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Skimming through the pages of core memories
Burnt yellow walls adorned with Western art on Blake Road
Watching Merlin with my siblings
Climbing an abandoned tree house behind our land
Fishin' near a ditch with a family of snails
Hiding in the barn while journaling
Hearing coyotes in the night
Chasing the sun before the horizon
Having picnics in the Sandia Mountains
Harvesting our vegetables and fruit
Seeing Jocelyn was the highlight of my day
Vivi swerving in her Kia on Central as we listen to 1901 by Phoenix–
Let me sink into the pages and reminisce my childhood.
Time has stolen from me
Where is my pause?
Where’s the mother tree?
Where am I now?
Please, let me be part of a moment that punctured my heart
I could go on and on…
Maybe I am caged to what was once a rush.
O, Merlin, you’re as white as the first snow,
prowl regally like feline queen of nine lives.
Wherever I go on my daily errand alone
I don’t feel forlorn, for you're always with me.
You have a cozy bed in my room,
but, every night you sleep beside me.
You climb softly, sit on my drooping shoulders,
or lounge leisurely on my tired thighs,
and caressing you, I feel your magical charm.
As I recline on the sofa, knit a sweater,
you play with the colored woolen balls,
tangled in strands you turn into a weird creature.
At night when all sounds subside,
I lie sleepless alone in the dark,
sense the rhythm of your cat walk.
As I stroke fondly your silky fur,
you respond with purring melodic meow,
I hear as the soothing lullaby tune.
I don’t like people call you my pet,
for you’re like my child, the magical one.
Several times I have glances of a,
Past life in a time that is,
So familiar to me, just not this one.
The one thing I always remember is a,
Woman whose beauty and those,
Deep blue eyes I will never forget, ever.
It was the age of King Arthur,
Camelot and the magic of Merlin.
Then it goes away and I'm back,
Only remembering someone I use to love.
I dream of her at night only waking,
Up with tears in my eyes knowing,
I have lost her all over again.
Definitely dreading this meeting,
With my boss opening the door I see her,
Like I'm magically thrust back into the past,
Cam, Is it really you ??
She walks up to me like a dream,
She stands in front of me,
Touching my cheek she says yes I'm real,
I have searched centuries for you,
As she kisses me I hold her tight,
Never wanting to let her go,
As I hear my boss say Tell Zeus,
I'm glad I could help.
Yes Percy I certainly will.
Percy Seriously ??
Yes Queen Lauren I was protecting you,
Until they could come back for you,
Until it was safe out of Olympus.
After all King Arthur is your cousin,
He awaits your return.
The kidnappers are in the Brigg.
Queen Cam are you ready to take,
Your beloved back to Olympus.
Yes we're ready.
The kids are dying to see both their mothers.
Come on Lauren let's go home.
Twelve midnight on a chilly dark night,
Dead silent, Eerie, and unsettling.
Everyone, of the small town of Serene
Are partying in the town hall.
A Halloween Masquerade Party.
Merlin the cat beams
When he saw the screen door swing open,
Rushes in like a bat on lighting fire
So not to get caught.
On his back feet, dances In tune with the music,
Swinging his arms round,
Moving his head like an Egyptian,
Going a little cra, cra, crazy taking chances
Being the center of attention.
The spotlight shown up close
Reveal the face of the young "Merlin the Magic Cat"
Beaming as he took off his satin black mask.
Up to no good, he casts a love magic spell
To all that were in the town hall.
Seeing his love in his eyes,
Takes a deep breath, " MEOW."
Saunters over
While she strums her rhythm guitar.
Merlin's major weakness,
Beautiful young women of femme fatale
Leads will lead him to his doom.
All because of you.
10/11/2022
"PreOccupation"
spiced
cut up poetry
divides
numbers
intentional
drivel moved
to the side
on a blank page
into neat lines
sucked up
a much loved
addiction
novel and short
Pre Occupation
of all the glossy
shrouded shrouds
minds spiced
scab picking, their
word salads, tossed
the windbags
blowing braggarts
know-it-alls
blow it all
cutting the lines
like neat poetry, up
gladiator
brides
are us
sucking it
all up
like sweet custard
vampire voices
puck shot
through goal posts
cleansed?
they think they're missed;
I think not
baptised virtuous
scrabbled
war torn pilgrims
the lecherous
with nothing
better to do
watch all
bride defectors
sign language
look into the mirror
your reflections all
on repeat, the watchers
all wisened
move through,
or move
through not
they still avidly watch
the time wasting
away
Pre Occupation
sides and numbers
all blood suckers lost
buried, wearing
their shrouds
poetry in lines
black and white
cut up neatly
divided
on a blank page
the sucked up
read all the
time wasted
lost
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Halloween approaches Vampires,
suck blood and be
merry
“The meeting commences in the arena;
Gladiators and space defectors
In walk the druids and the shock troops
In walk the druids and the shock troops
Ringside seats, bird's eye views
Video cameras only tell the truth
Milliards of youths complacent in the eyes
Of their contemporary sleuths
Witch-wizards sat on cosmic thrones
The new age crowned all skin and bones
The sacred priestess of Merlin The Mage
Opens the book, she turns the page ...”
...
"Conspiracy of silence
An orgy of peace
They're all here from every sphere
From every planet to shake their spears
Divide the lands of the halls of Pan
Painted warlords in their hordes
Asa kings and obi queens
Step from my skull and live my dreams
(excerpt/”Druids”, Toyah Wilcox, 1982)
O Camelot! O Camelot!
The winds have changed, the land got hot!
Though dromedaries are quite neat,
A bactrian's hard to unseat,
And so the knights still joust a lot.
At banquet feasts, the men are found,
And like the table, they are round.
The reason they are heavy-set:
Girls now see knighthood as a threat;
Who lives life chaste and honor-bound?
Sir Galahad, a handsy lad;
His boasting made the maidens mad.
Now saddled with the cursed #metoo,
Chivalrous days of riding through,
He gardens, in his armor clad.
And then there is Sir Lancelot
Sad, as he aged, he weirder got.
Exchanging quests for lowly toils,
He traveled far just lancing boils,
Relieving pustulence and rot.
And Arthur lost what he held dear:
His lovely bride, his Guinevere
The evil witch, Morgana Fay
Transitioned her without her say,
And as a knight she does appear.
O Camelot! I just cannot
Believe the damage time has wrought.
And now the lady of the lake:
A charlatan, a fraud, a fake!
Ran off with Merlin, on his yacht.
Now it was Kay’s first tournament day
And he was competing in London away
Arthur had forgotten his brother’s sword
And was in trouble with his Lord
In search of a sword he wondered alone
And there found a blade buried in stone
He pulled on the hilt, and slid out the shaft
Arthur gave out a joyous laugh
He ran back filled with glee
And gave him the sword he’d found for thee
His brother read the message aloud
Drawing in a confused crowd
Whoever withdraws the sword from this stone
Would be crowned King and succeed the throne
Many men tried and failed this task
But Arthur fulfilled his destiny at last
The crowd thronged and wanted to know
Who pulled the sword free from the stone
“It was I, it was I”, Arthur replied
Then you shall be King they all cried
Arthur was crowned by St.Dubricius
He was only fifteen, and vigorous
But the local kings would not agree
And formed an alliance against He
But Merlin was on Arthur’s side
And became his confidante and guide
He led him to a glorious lake
With a sorceres Lady for his name sake
Enchanting a spell, it's power restored
Blessed by the Gods, whom mystically forged
She named the sword Excalibur
Fit for a king and a mighty warrior
Then Arthur did battle with all the kings
He defeated them all, and did mighty things
With Excalibur always by his side
He won many battles and survived
Camelot became Arthur’s home
A grand royal palace for his throne
Leodegrances daughter did he court
A princess from another’s fort
Her name was Guinevere
Arthur loved and drew her near
In time he asked for her hand in marriage
King Leodegrances supplied a splended carriage
© Copyright 24th December 2010 K.C.Leake
Kneeling with sword raised to the sky,
As the blade glistens from,
The shadow of the moon with desire,
In respect of the god's above.
Only a spoken language,
All do understand.
Pleading, asking, begging,
To help rescue his kingdom.
The cries to Zeus with fire raging,
From the blade of Excalibur.
The prophesy is coming to light,
Camelot is falling.
Yet, the holy sword, Excalibur calls to the gods.
Arthur kneels to Arthur's stone begging,
Merlin and the gods to save Camelot.
A scorching bright light descends from the sky,
As young Arthur shields his eyes,
When he opens them standing before him,
Are the gods of 12.
Merlin the cranky cat
sat around getting fat.
Wanting to be heard
he mewed and purred.
He yowled and howled
and even growled
all with the same result.
He felt it quite the insult.
He snarled and hissed
What had he missed?
He tried a mewl
and lost his cool.
Short of a caterwaul
what should he call?
A tiny squeak perhaps?
Were they taking naps?
Chirrups and chirps
brought no alerts.
His tail-raising trills
brought no thrills.
He wanted dinner now.
He raised a loud MEOW!
Using the magic word
he finally was heard!
Merlin became the Magic Cat
in his tuxedo and top hat.
The other cats took their cue.
“Meow” meant “Please and thank you!”
The moral is if dinner you choose,
learn to mind your Ps and Mews!
The Wild Hunt
by Michael R. Burch
(King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table have been reported as ghostly hunters, near Devon, around Halloween.)
Near Devon, the hunters appear in the sky
with Artur and Bedwyr sounding the call;
and the others, laughing, go dashing by.
They only appear when the moon is full:
Valerin, the King of the Tangled Wood,
and Valynt, the goodly King of Wales,
Gawain and Owain and the hearty men
who live on in many minstrels’ tales.
They seek the white stag on a moonlit moor,
or Torc Triath, the fabled boar,
or Ysgithyrwyn, or Twrch Trwyth,
the other mighty boars of myth.
They appear, sometimes, on Halloween
to chase the moon across the green,
then fade into the shadowed hills
where memory alone prevails.
Published by Celtic Twilight, Celtic Lifestyles, Boston Poetry and Auldwicce. Few legends have inspired more poetry than those of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. These legends have their roots in a far older Celtic mythology than many realize. Here the names are ancient and compelling. Arthur becomes Artur or Artos, “the bear.” Bedivere becomes Bedwyr. Lancelot is Llenlleawc, Llwch Lleminiawg or Lluch Llauynnauc. Merlin is Myrddin. And there is an curious intermingling of Welsh and Irish names within these legends, indicating that some tales (and the names of the heroes and villains) were in all probability “borrowed” by one Celtic tribe from another. For instance, in the Welsh poem “Pa gur,” the Welsh Manawydan son of Llyr is clearly equivalent to the Irish Mannanan mac Lir. Keywords/Tags: King Arthur, wild hunt, hunting, Halloween, England, London, Artur, Bedwyr, Valerin, Valynt, Gawain, Owain, Devon, Wales , romance, romantic, myth, mythology, legend, legends, night, sky